More importantly, it would mar his mystique, cultivated in Genki Japanese employment agency’s air-conditioned Yangon headquarters where everyone wore pants and western footwear. To do that, he would have to remove his socks and Adidas sneakers. Even though it was shadier inside, he didn’t want to step through the arched gate. He was leaning on one of the stone pillars that marked the edge of Botahtaung Pagoda’s precinct. Sporting a pair of Ray-Ban Aviator sunglasses, he spoke with the brassy swagger of an Osaka gang boss, sprinkling his Burmese with Japanese interjections. But looking at him, few would suspect his humble origins. It was a name awash with the scent of monsoon rain and stained with the same reddish-brown glaze that coated the pottery made in his birthplace. Now she realized she would have to start her day much earlier, perhaps even before her mom’s morning prayer.ĭaichi was from upcountry, from a village near Bagan. Yu Yu had thought she could wake up at 6 am. The sleeveless, flashy, colorful outfits are dame-no good!” “ Ne, wakaru? When they say 6:30, they actually want you on Zoom by 6:15, ready and waiting. I’ll be on time,” replied Yu Yu, annoyed to be reminded for the third time. If you’re not on time, you can kiss your chances goodbye,” said Daichi. “The interview is tomorrow morning at 6:30 am.
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